The first light of dawn crept over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of purple.
Wang Yun arrived early at the sports field, dutifully taking his place near Wang Ye.
“Morning!”
A sweet voice suddenly rang out. He turned to see Ye Qingyi (Su Mo) smiling radiantly—so beautiful it almost hurt to look at. He quickly averted his eyes.
“M-Morning…”
“Huh? Why is your face so swollen? Did someone hit you?”
“N-No! I… I fell. Yeah, I fell.” He nodded firmly and shuffled away.
Nearby, several people covered their mouths, stifling giggles at the sight of his “puffy face.”
During the break, Ye Qingyi finally couldn’t hold back and sent Su Mo a message: “Did you beat up Wang Yun?”
Su Mo: “He fell.”
Ye Qingyi: “Yeah, right. 🙄”
Su Mo: “Not lying. I just gave him some momentum—he did the rest himself. Couldn’t even stop him.”
Ye Qingyi suddenly burst into laughter and typed back: “Thanks!”
Su Mo: “For what?”
Ye Qingyi: “For standing up for me.”
Su Mo: “What if I got the wrong guy?”
Ye Qingyi: “Impossible. Unless you bullied someone else at school before I took over this body.”
Su Mo: “Fine.”
Ye Qingyi: “Oh, I’m moving into a single apartment too—right above yours.”
Su Mo: “Oh.”
She immediately sent an angry sticker.
After morning training, Su Mo hastily ate breakfast and headed to class. Ye Qingyi had wanted to go with him, but he refused.
He worried his “beauty” might bring her trouble, so keeping some distance was best for now—less gossip that way.
Sure, they’d met publicly a few times before, but back then, “Ye Qingyi” wasn’t yet the renowned campus belle. To most, she was still that untouchable goddess, the kind who obviously wouldn’t have a boyfriend.
That afternoon, with no classes, he’d planned to help Ye Qingyi move—until a sharp pain in his stomach ruined everything.
He knew exactly what this was. Grumbling, he curled up in bed. Thankfully, he’d studied up on female physiology, so he wasn’t completely helpless.
Soon, Ye Qingyi arrived, carrying brown sugar and sanitary pads. The sight of Su Mo groaning in bed nearly made her collapse with laughter.
“What’s so funny? I’m the one suffering here!” Su Mo snapped.
“Pfft—HAHAHA! A guy with period cramps! HAHAHA… I can’t—my abs hurt from laughing!”
For the next two days, Su Mo skipped training, excusing himself to Wang Ye. Even meals were delivered by Ye Qingyi—after all, this was her body now, and she wanted it cared for. Su Mo, experiencing this for the first time, needed time to adjust.
But he wasn’t idle. He dedicated himself to mastering the cultivation technique Ye Qingyi taught him. Five years of physical training had pushed his body to its limit—further growth required proper cultivation.
“This technique is called the ‘Jade Seed Art,’ a secret of the Ye family. I’m breaking tradition by teaching you, so learn it well.”
“You never practiced this before?”
“No. I memorized it, waiting until my body reached its peak.” She paused. “I’d planned to start at Jingjiang University, but then… this happened.”
Her words carried an unspoken meaning: She could’ve taught him earlier.
Su Mo understood—she hadn’t fully trusted him before. Expected, really.
“You’re not mad?” Ye Qingyi probed.
Su Mo remained indifferent. “Why would I be? Keeping guards up around strangers is normal.”
“So, you’re hiding things too?”
“Nope. Just an ordinary guy with no big secrets.”
“You do blame me…” She bit her lip.
“Blame you? Hurry up and teach me the damn technique! And stop acting so girly!”
“Fine.” Sighing, she deliberately switched to a delicate tone, even adding a flourish with her fingers.
Su Mo: “#@%&!”*
Mastering the Jade Seed Art wasn’t easy—it took Su Mo half a month. During that time, he also learned combat skills, mostly close-quarters fighting.
Meanwhile, the Supernatural Training Class remained oddly mundane. Endless drills, zero actual “supernatural” content. Exhaustion drove some to quit, including one with a D-grade aptitude. Wang Ye didn’t stop them.
For Su Mo, the training was nothing. The Jade Seed Art had strengthened him further.
Then, one evening, Wang Ye gathered everyone in a lecture hall and dropped a bombshell:
“Starting tomorrow, you’ll truly step onto the path of the supernatural. But know this—it’s dangerous. One misstep, and you’re dead.” He slapped a stack of waivers on the table. “Think it over tonight. Give me your answer tomorrow.”
“Instructor Wang, if we stay, what’s the pay? Any benefits?” someone asked.
*”Jobs are guaranteed. One-month probation, then full-time with salaries over 10k. Even if you die, your family gets compensation.”*
Sounded decent—if you ignored the dying part.
The waivers circulated. The once-enthusiastic students fell silent. Every clause revolved around one word: death.
*”No rush. Under-18s need parental consent. Adults… well, you should tell your folks. Unless you want an ass-kicking later. Dismissed!”*
Back in his room, Ye Qingyi messaged: “Just sign it. No need to tell him.”
Su Mo smirked. “Such a daddy’s girl.”
She replied: “What about you?”
Su Mo: “I’m an adult.”
Ye Qingyi: “Not afraid they’ll beat you up?”
Su Mo: “Why would I be scared? I’m Ye Qingyi, the Ye family’s precious daughter. If anyone’s getting beaten, it’s you.”
Ye Qingyi: “Childish. =_=”
……
Late that night, Su Mo cycled the Jade Seed Art through his body, letting spiritual energy nourish him.
The process was tedious, but the warmth afterward was worth it—like a full-body massage.
Just as he was about to shower, a faint click froze him in place.
The door lock was turning.
…A thief?